Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

I Gotta Feeling

"You know I love you. You know I'll prove it to you until you can see that. Let me prove it to you." Lucas takes my hand my hands in his and steps closer, shortening the already small space between us.

"Now isn't the time. You know that. If anyone found out about us we could get in a lot of trouble." I look down after finishing, trying to hide the emotion clearly displayed on my face.

Lucas' finger hooks under my chin and pulls it up so we are eye to eye. "When is the time? Our love shouldn't be put aside because of our fears. If anything we'll become stronger." His eyes search mine.

"I-I love you too, but-" Lucas presses his mouth firmly against mine. His kiss is not as gentle or loving as Harry's.

"Cut!" Our director stands from his chair. "That was great. Really great." Our over complimentary director beams. I pull away from Lucas as our director stands next to us with a hand on each of our shoulder's. "But," I groan. There's always a but. "You know what would make it better? A real kiss. A real hot, passionate, big screen worthy kiss! Now, let's it again, shall we?"

"I'm sorry." Lucas apologizes taking my hands in his again. "This must be really awkward."

"It is for both of us. Let's just get it good enough for him this time. No offense, but I really don't like kissing you."

Lucas laughs. "The things we do for television."

"Good thing today's our last day then."

"Only for a few months though. Then we're right back into it. You resigned your contract right?"

"Of course I did. I would never leave this show."

Lucas laughs. "You did though. So you can be on tour with your boyfriend."

I pull one of my hands from his and punch his chest. "Shut up."

"Well, well, speak of the devil." Lucas points over my shoulder and I turn.

"Harry!" I know I am in the middle of work, but I can't help myself from running to the tall lanky boy.

Harry stumbles a bit as I throw my body at his. Harry's deep laugh rumbles through his chest as he wraps his arms around my waist and spins me around. "Hello, Beautiful." Even after all this time together his voice still sends shivers down my spine.

"What are you doing here?" I ask Harry when he sets me down, still holding on tightly.

"Would you like me to leave?" Harry pulls away.

"No!" I cling to him like a child. "I'm just wondering. I thought your flight wasn't supposed to get in until tomorrow."

"I rebooked an earlier one. Missed you too much." Harry grins and dips his head down to kiss me.

"Hey, what the hell is going on over here? Abigail, get back on set!" My director yells.

Oops.

"I'll talk to you later, okay?"

Harry nods. "I'll be waiting in your dressing room." He kisses me quickly and then pushes me by the shoulders back towards the set.

"Don't break anything!" I walk backwards and collide with my director. "Oh, sorry!"

I can hear Harry's laugh behind me as I am scolded for leaving the set and sent back to my marked spot on the floor.

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"You still owe me that tattoo." Harry states holding open the glass door to a local tattoo shop for me.

"Yes, but like we discussed I'd rather have Zayn do it. He's talented and I'd much rather have him to it then someone I don't know."